“Is this safe?” I ask. “We don’t need anyone walking in on us.”
He pops the button on my shorts, tugging them down. “Everyone’s out for most of the day. They’ve been cooped up with me since I got out of the hospital, but I told them to get a life.” He smirks. “Thankfully, they listened.”
He strokes my thighs, his hands searing a line down my legs as he shifts down a couple of steps, his face now level with my dick. He adjusts my leg so my foot is resting on a spindle, then drapes the other over his shoulder.
“Lie back.”
I do as he tells me, bracing on my elbows, and watch him settle between my thighs.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I breathe.
His mouth curls slightly, pleased, before he leans in slow enough to make me ache for it.
The first drag of his tongue tears a groan from my throat.
“You taste so good,” he says, voice low.
He sucks me like he’s been starving for me, every lick and flick wrecking me in the best way. My breathing turns ragged when he slides a finger inside, curling it just right, hitting every spot that makes my nerves light up.
My thighs start to tremble, muscles straining. “Please, Hud,” I pant. “I need you.”
He lifts his head just enough to meet my eyes, then holds his hand to my mouth. “Spit,” he smirks, echoing what I said to him our first time together at the lake.
Our eyes lock. Slowly, I let a stream of spit slide over my lips. His fingers breach my rim, wasting no time prepping me, the stretch incredible.
After a few minutes of begging, he finally relents, pulling his fingers away. He leans in close and spits on my hole, a wicked grin lighting up his face. I can feel the wetness as it trails down, Hudson sliding his cock through it to slick himself.
“This is gonna be hard and fast. You ready?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer, just slams into me with one brutal thrust, punching the air out of my lungs. The stretch burns deep, blooming through every nerve ending.
Hudson pulls out only to snap his hips forward again, setting a relentless rhythm that rocks me against the stairs. I still haven’t caught my breath, eyes rolling back, drowning in sensation.
“That’s it, babe. You can take it. Feel how my cock stuffs your tight ass?”
The wood digs into my back with every thrust, sharp edges biting into my spine. Hudson’s hand finds my neck, fingers closing around it with a firm squeeze. The pain is satisfying, and somehow, it steadies me. It gives me something solid to hold onto when the rest of me is unraveling.
And Hudson gives it to me with purpose—with love.
“Grab your cock, Cull. We’re going to paint your chest like a canvas.”
Damn. His mouth is fucking fantastic.
I wrap a hand around my dick as Hudson spits down, slicking me up. I don’t waste a second, stroking hard and fast, desperate to chase the heat building low in my gut.
“You don’t come until I say,” he growls, tightening his grip on my neck. My oxygen thins, and my vision starts to blur.
This feeling is incredible, goosebumps rising along my overheated skin like a tidal wave.
Sweat beads along Hudson’s brow, his damp hair clinging to his forehead. Those blue eyes are locked on mine, and damn, if he isn’t the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen.
And not just physically.
His heart is the most attractive thing about him, his love for me written plainly across his face. Even now, beneath the roughness of his movements, there’s still care there, pulling us closer together.
Black dots skitter across my vision as my head tips back, body humming. Hudson watches me with a steady gaze, like he’s waiting for his own command.
“I love watching you jack yourself. You wanna come, babe?”
